Along the river’s summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.
Along the river’s summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And
Along the river’s summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.
